


The Shape of You

by GetMcDunkedOn



Series: Tag's Multiverse [2]
Category: Undertale (Video Game)
Genre: Bad Relationship, Gen, Light Bondage, M/M, Multi, Oral Sex, Prostitution, poledancing
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2019-01-02
Updated: 2019-08-11
Packaged: 2019-10-02 19:44:59
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,822
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17269943
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/GetMcDunkedOn/pseuds/GetMcDunkedOn
Summary: Apollo's on-and-off relationship with his Grillby is ruining his self-esteem and making him tired of dancing. Jazz is a Lust-afflicted poledancer who doesn't believe they're worth being loved. The two of them find happiness in one another... with quite a few fumbles in the process.





	1. First Dance

**Author's Note:**

  * For [Kamari333](https://archiveofourown.org/users/Kamari333/gifts).
  * Inspired by [Burlesque (Uncensored)](https://archiveofourown.org/works/15372225) by [Kamari333](https://archiveofourown.org/users/Kamari333/pseuds/Kamari333). 

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> We're introduced to the boys

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Apollo = soft Dancefell Sans, he has a "stage persona" he named Ace, and low confidence  
> Jazz = Lustfell Sans, they are nonbinary and a former prostitute
> 
> Everyone else is kinda explained in-verse

 

Another week, another swing on the pendulum of their relationship. If this kept up much longer, Apollo was going to get whiplash. He sniffled quietly as he opened the door to a club. Not his own - he didn't want to see Axel's arrogant face, that stupid, slightly-unbuttoned shirt, the rose pinned to his lapel. He didn't want to think about how he might take that rose out, clench it between firey teeth, and dance sensually with someone who was decidedly not Apollo.

Ace knew how to handle that confident fire elemental. Knew how to make him swoon, get him breathless and eager to please. But Ace had taken a swan dive out of his head, leaving him the stuttery, pathetic shell of a skeleton that was Apollo. And Axel, as usual, had only so much patience for it before he got frustrated. Apollo didn't blame him, really, for saying maybe they needed time apart. He didn't want to hang around himself either. But it still hurt.

That was why he was here in the pink district. This area held what some might consider the depraved, the debauchers and the perverts of monsterkind. He didn't see it that way. There was a sense of freedom here, an acceptance of all regardless of their appearance or skills. Just because that happened to go hand-in-hand with their sexuality wasn't a bad thing. Case in point, the strip club he'd just entered, wiping at a few stray tears. Some might turn up their nose at the activities therein, or see it only as a way to get off. Personally, he saw pole-dancing as what it was at its core - a dance. A particularly impressive dance, which required strength, stamina, and balance. Though his soul beat for freestyle, he couldn't help but desire to learn this. Maybe someday. For now, he'd stick with watching.

Apollo slid himself into a booth, and made a gesture to the bartender. This fire elemental looked very different from Axel. The fishnet shirt and gloves were stylish in this area, revealing. His body was more of a crisp tan color rather than purple, and he had streaks of blue and green in his 'hair.’ Rather than clear glasses, this one sported cool shades. As he walked over, he had that same sensual quality about him that all monsters in this district had.

“Your usual?” Tango stopped in front of the booth. It was impossible to read his expression fully with the sunglasses on, but Apollo thought he could detect a bit of concern in his voice and mouth. He wiped his sockets quickly again and smiled.

“ye-es p-p-please.” His damned stutter. “a-a-any guests to-oday?”

“A few.” Thankfully, Tan was always patient about it. “My very own favorite skeletons, and one other. What is it with skeletons and dancing~?”

“we ju-ust feel th-the need de-e-eep in our _b-bones_.” Apollo tried not to giggle as he said it, and Tan huffed good-naturedly.

“You're as bad as Jazz with the puns.”

“hehehe. who-o's the o-o-other?”

“I forget his name, he's only been a few times. Let's say, ah… He's a little like you shorter fellas? Except he's a tall fella. And a Fell type.”

“mmm…” Apollo mulled that over, humming. Probably from the gold district…

“You sure you don't want to give it a try? It's not like I charge for the use of my stage. On the contrary…”

“o-oh, haha, n-no. i-i really do-on't know ho-ow.”

“Way you watch, it's like you're absorbing how, not just indulging in fantasies.”

“heh. e-even i ca-an't learn tha-at easi-ily.”

“Well, maybe someday I'll getcha on one _pole_ or another.”

He winked, and Apollo's face flushed a light, light orange. As he tried to stammer something about being taken (was that even technically true right now?), Tango just laughed and walked away to get his drink.

\- - - - - - - - - -

Jazz leaned against the wall in the back room, a water bottle clutched in their hand. They had a few more songs before it was their turn again. The evening was young yet, but they didn't want to be brazen and tire themself out yet. It wouldn't do to underperform, even if this was now an occasional hobby instead of their full-time job. As they lifted the bottle to their teeth again, their eyelights flickered again to the non-Lustie in their midst. Daemon, if memory served. A resident of the gold district, body shape not unlike that of their brother, Cadence. Said brother stood next to Daemon, one hand idly tracing the handle of his whip. Jazz knew that subconscious movement. Cad was interested in their new friend. Not just in a job sense, but in the sense that he might genuinely have a great time with it, maybe even consider not charging. Jazz was loose about that. Friends got them 'off the clock’ all the time. But for Cad? It was rarer. His soul was closed off, in more than just the physical sense. Not that Jazz blamed him. And not that they expected anything more than one night of fun for his brother, possibly a booty call afterwards. But even so, it was delightful to see Cad animated outside of their apartment. A real treat.

The distant music faded, and Cad pushed off from the wall, setting down his whip. He winked at Jazz as he headed for the stage. Jazz took that opportunity to meander their way over to the non-Lustie. Instinctively, their legs took on a runway pace, strutting with ease and elegance. Daemon had been absently fingering the spiked collar around his neck, watching Cad go. But now his attention turned to the enby approaching. A sweet smile stretched across his face, making Jazz internally squeal. Cute!

“saw something you liked?” they purred, again leaning on the wall, water bottle dangling between their pointer and middle fingers at the second knuckles. Those fingers, like the rest of Jazz's body but for the skull, were covered in vibrant, shapely green ecto. They were somewhere between pretty and handsome, though they might shift the body one way or the other depending on the song they got.

“mhm! i did.” Jazz was surprised to hear what was undoubtedly lowercase, from someone tall and slender like Cad was. “it's my night off, and i wanted to unwind. my master allows things like this, so long as it's not at our house.”

“your master?” Jazz's brow raised. They had originally thought the collar was just aesthetic. Apparently not. Not that they were judging - how could they? - but they hadn't expected such a blatant, fully BDSM life from monsters that lived outside of the pink district.

“mhm! my brother, howl. he's my master.” There was something almost like a challenge in how he said it. Did he expect to be ridiculed? Jazz smiled as sweetly as he did.

"i see. well, cad and i are very close too. he taught me everything. even how to dance.” They winked. Something about Daemon seemed to relax. Somehow, Jazz got the image of a dog, wagging their tail in contentment. So cute… if they didn't know Cad was so eager, they might have tried to make it a threesome. “who taught you?”

“uhm. myself.” Daemon grinned crookedly. “took a lot of time and effort. but it paid well, and now i do it for fun.”

“mmm, me too. this used to be my job. now i only do it a few times a week. i convinced cad to do it with me tonight.”

“so you're who i have to thank for meeting him?” The taller skeleton looked almost dreamy. “this is my favorite place to come on my night off now…”

“hehehe. you're welcome.” They winked. “oh, and just so you know. i don't mind hearing it if you like to be loud. so don't be shy later~”

They relished the little green blush on Daemon's face. They couldn't help just a little teasing, it was fun to make people blush. They wandered back over to the edge of the stage, to peek out and watch their brother dance. The bright, lovely purple of his magic shone in his ribcage, and the audience cheered as he growled playfully, grinding against the pole. He had a more muscular, rugged sort of appearance than Jazz did. They admired until the song was over, and then cooed out a congratulations as he returned sweaty. Then they remained there, curious, as Daemon stretched and headed out.

\- - - - - - - - - -

Apollo was on his second jalapeno grapefruit margarita when the first skeleton came out. This was the taller of the two siblings that frequented this place. The one more like his brother - slender, graceful but with a ruggedness about him. It made him think of his brother’s confidence and brashness. Adonis was the center of the world, or at least he thought so. And Apollo adored him, he did. But his soul didn't beat to the music Adonis's did, and being tossed up into the air and swung around in Adonis's traditional style just didn't bring him joy.

He shook that off and focused back in on the the dancer approaching the pole. He didn't know the guy's name, but he had vivid, purple magic glowing in his ribcage and a strong form like Adonis. Purple Boy wrapped his arms around the pole and leaned back, and then the music started.

 

_So hot, out the box, can we pick up the pace?_

_Turn it up, heat it up, I need to be entertained,_

_Push the limit, are you with it, baby don't be afraid,_

_Imma hurt you real good, baby._

_Let's go, it's my show, baby do what I say,_

_Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display,_

_I told ya Imma hold you down until you're amazed._

_Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name._

 

Purple Boy was no pushover. He had a definite masculine energy as he danced, almost like he was advertising his dominant personality, promising everything the lyrics did with just his body language. Apollo watched intently, sipping his spicy drink, noting where his hands landed on the pole, how his legs moved, how he shifted his weight and where he kept his center of balance to swing around and climb the pole. There was probably something to Tan's joking about learning just by watching. He might be able to, but he'd never tried. He was distantly aware of his bones warming in response to the provocative display, but he largely ignored it. He didn't come here for fantasy fuel, he came here to appreciate dance.

When the song ended, Purple Boy took a bow, a sheet of sweat on his body. He strolled off the stage to thunderous applause. Replacing him was another skeleton of Adonis's body type, this one clad in a dark orange sweater that showed off a glowing green midriff, toned. Skinny jeans clung to his bones. A spiked black collar hung around his neck - that and his sharp teeth and scars marked him as most definitely a Fell. His song started and he ground against the pole, rolling his body to expertly show off that midriff.

 

_I can move mountains,_

_I can work a miracle, work a miracle,_

_Oh oh, keep you like an oath,_

_May nothing but death do us part._

_She wants to dance like Uma Thurman,_

_Bury me 'til I confess._

_She wants to dance like Uma Thurman,_

_And I can't get you out of my head._

 

An interesting song choice; if Apollo recalled correctly, it was less about a silly dance scene in a movie, and more about utter devotion to a loved one. Probably the person who put that collar around his neck, if the watching skeleton had to guess. He sucked down the last of his drink, and gestured to a waitress that he'd like another, as the collared skeleton continued to dance sensually. He had no air of dominance about him, like Purple Boy, and instead, Apollo saw in his movements an eagerness to please, and genuine, almost puppy-like joy in what he was doing. He, too, got plenty of applause when his song ended.

Apollo received his third margarita as the final skeleton, the most regular of the three, slipped onto the stage to much whooping and hollering. As far as Apollo could gather, this skeleton - Jazz, he recalled - not only came a few times a week now, but used to be on stage every day as a career. He couldn't help but think he might've seen them on the cover of some magazine recently… Jazz wore decidedly female ecto at the moment, pendulous breasts kept in place with a lacy bra, and matching lacy panties. High heeled boots completed the look, and they strutted to the pole like they lived in those boots. A pulsing beat started and they swung around the pole slowly, throwing their head back as the lyrics started.

 

_This is not the way into my heart, into my head,_

_Into my brain, into none of the above,_

_This is just my way of unleashing_

_The feelings deep inside of me,_

_The spark of black that I seem to love._

_We can get a little crazy_

_Just for fun, just for fun,_

_Don't even try to hold it back, just let go._

_Tie me up and take me over_

_'Til you're done, 'til I'm done_

_You've got me fiending and I'm ready to blow._

 

They seemed almost in between the energies of the other two skeletons. Ready to please like Collar Boy, but also with a certain power and control like Purple Boy, their brother. Rather than displaying an extreme, they were flexible, neutral, and most definitely loving every second of being on the pole. They danced so sensually, so fluidly, Apollo found it hard to objectively observe the dance. Rather, he was caught up in the feel of it, the raw sexual energy, staring in utter awe. He had to cross his legs tightly, to fight back the heat gathering in his bones, gulping his drink a little too fast. Surely, it was just the burn of the jalapeno and alcohol that had his face so warm…

The dance seemed to stretch out for a millenium, and yet it was over too soon, really only a few short, short minutes. Overwhelming applause, hollers, and whistles filled the air of the club as Jazz bowed and blew a kiss to the crowd. It seemed for a second that they might've seen Apollo, locked gazes with him very briefly and winked, but it was probably Apollo's drunken imagination. He gulped down the last of his third drink and stood, teetering. Welp, he'd definitely had enough. He had successfully been distracted from his troubles with Axel, after all, so he wouldn't be going to sleep crying. On the contrary, when he stumbled home, he had a pleasant time ‘daydreaming’ before going to sleep.

\- - - - - - - - - -

Jazz had hardly slipped their pants and shirt on backstage before they were going out into the crowd. They still had a few more dances to do, but they saw a very promising score, and offering a good time after they were done for the night might make sure that cute skeleton stuck around and didn't get too wasted. But as they reached the spot they were sure their target had been, they realized it was too late. Cutie Pie was already gone. A quiet huff of disappointment.

“Something the matter?”

Tan sidled up to Jazz, one hand snaking around to their other side to pinch their exposed hip. They squeaked playfully and shoved him, grinning.

“no, not quite. just a little disappointment. you know the skeleton that sat here?”

“Not by name, but he comes by sometimes. He's a real dancy guy, I keep trying to get him on the pole or in my pants, and neither is working.”

“phooey. he was cute. i wanted him.”

His best friend chuckled, holding out a bottle of chocolate syrup. Jazz took it eagerly and gave him a smooch to the cheek for his trouble, then uncapped it to take a gulp.

“Maybe next time. Hey, there's always me.”

“oh, darlin’, mend my broken heart, soothe the _fire_ in my bones~!”

“Get out of here, you dork.”

He swatted Jazz's ass, and the enby cooed and wiggled it in response. Shaking off the mild disappointment, they returned to backstage. Oh well. At least Cad scored tonight. They'd take that as a minor victory.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> All will be explained in time!
> 
> Songs:
> 
> For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert  
> Uma Thurman - Fall Out Boy  
> Flesh - Simon Curtis


	2. Seniorita

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> We get a glimpse of Apollo's relationship, and Jazz's lack of one.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> There is sex in this one, and it's very half-hearted, so skipp Jazz's POV if you don't wanna read it

It took three days for Ace to return to his head. Apollo could feel that alter ego return to him, feel the confidence start to build back up. Mostly out of loneliness. He missed dancing after just one day, let alone three, but once again returning to his brother to be tossed around in lindy hop was unsatisfying. He hated not being able to lead. Not having that individuality in dance, that rhythm that his soul beat to. So he was relieved when Ace returned, pulling up his hood, slipping a mask onto his face, changing jackets and heading into his own club once more.

 

Axel’s club was called The Dancing Sprites, and it not only had a small seating area and bar area, but a large dance floor and a stage for choreographed performances on weekends. He was lucky, getting a good-sized building to almost perfectly replicate what he had underground. All of the usuals were there as Apollo - Ace - walked inside. He heard the current song end and a new one pick up, and couldn’t help but grin under his mask. He slid onto the dance floor just in time to start an improv routine, moving his body to a beat that worked for him so much better.

_ Now I like dollars, I like diamonds _

_ I like stunting, I like shining _

_ I like million dollar deals _

_ Where's my pen? Bitch I'm signin' _

 

_ I like those Balenciagas, the ones that look like socks _

_ I like going to the jeweler, I put rocks all in my watch _

_ I like texts from my exes when they want a second chance _

_ I like proving ****** wrong, I do what they say I can't _

 

By the time he was hitting the chorus, a small space had cleared around him, people starting to watch and cheer him on. That always happened when he started dancing here. Ace was interesting here, Ace was popular and a showoff and cool and confident and everyone loved him. Everyone wanted to know who was behind the mask. But he never took it off, never revealed the unconfident mouse of a person that was Apollo underneath. It was better that way. The intrigue got him bonus points in the fame category, and he knew there were plenty of people who would find him way lamer if they knew who he really was. So he let Ace play, let his body move on its own, perfectly synchronizing choreography to the hip hop he loved.

 

During the second verse, where spanish was banged out as smoothly as his dance moves, he kept glancing to the bar. Axel was all flared up, his purple flames on his head crackling excitedly, one hand at his glasses to pull them down so his yellow eyes could gleam at him more effectively. Pride and possessiveness and provocation were promised in that look, and Ace practically crooned in his head, his body heating up in response. He wasn’t at all surprised that, when the song ended, Axel put on something with hints of salsa and slipped out from behind the bar to sidle up to him. Ace danced alone, or with him. There was no one else. No other body pressed against his so perfectly, no other smile sizzled in his skull so sensually, no other grin made shivers go down his spine. Ace pulled Axel into a dip, lifting the mask just enough to press their teeth together, before settling it back into place.

 

_ I love it when you call me señorita _

_ I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya _

_ But every touch is ooh la la la _

_ It's true, la la la _

_ Ooh, I should be running _

_ Ooh, you keep me coming for you _

 

_ Land in Miami _

_ The air was hot from summer rain _

_ Sweat dripping off me _

_ Before I even knew her name, la la la _

_ It felt like ooh la la la _

_ Yeah no _

_ Sapphire moonlight _

_ We danced for hours in the sand _

_ Tequila sunrise _

_ Her body fit right in my hands, la la la _

_ It felt like ooh la la la, yeah _

 

Their styles melded together seamlessly. Usually, Axel only did salsa. But after so long of the two of them working together, dancing together, kissing and moving in tandem, they had adopted movements from each other, learned how to move in just the perfect way that hip hop met salsa in a fantastic hybrid. Especially with a song like this, which Axel had picked on purpose, with the beat not necessarily fast but smooth, the rhythm and melody and snapping lending itself to romantic movement. And now there were more cheers, a cacophony crackling around them, people recording or taking pictures of the two of them all but melding their bodies. This was what heaven was, he was sure of it.

 

The dancing lasted for nearly an hour before Axel pulled him away from the crowds, into the back room. They were both panting, sweat dripping down Apollo and crackling sizzles sounding from Axel’s body. The mask was pulled away from him and set aside, and Axel gripped his hood to pull him into a deep kiss. Ace shouted in victory as Apollo moaned, pressing their bodies close together and starting to grind. There was already a lump in his pants, heat throbbing in him. He licked Axel’s neck before biting down, relishing the moan he got in return.

“Come on, you know what I want,” Axel said breathlessly. Apollo chuckled, nibbling again, and ground against him once more sharply. Axel gasped, shaky.

“ask me nicely,” Ace demanded, no hint of a stutter, no hesitation or nervousness anywhere to be seen. “beg me.”

“Please, fuck, Ace, wreck me, please!”

“good boy.”

He tugged Axel behind him as he went upstairs to Axel’s loft, and they fell into bed together.

 

\- - - - - - - -

 

Jazz was getting a little too warm. So as they slid off stage, they went over to Spinny, the bunny who always got drunk and sat nearby their seat at the bar. She loved to dance on the pole, and she would always spin around and around and around so sensually, so people had given her that cute nickname. Today she was only tipsy, and when Jazz flashed her that trademark smile, she happily launched herself onto their lap.

“Ooh, do you want me tonight, Jazzy?” she giggled, her paws landing delicately on their shoulders. Such soft paw pads, such a sweet expression. If Jazz was inclined to be in a relationship, they wouldn’t mind being in one with her. After all, despite Tan being their best friend, he was not completely over his dead wife, and trying to convince Cad to have a relationship again would be like pulling on superglued teeth. But Jazz was not so inclined, and Spinny did not care for them that way (naturally), so they maintained a regular client relationship.

“off the clock just for you,” Jazz murmured, sliding a hand down her thigh. She shivered and sighed, then nodded with her cute bunny nose nuzzled against their neck.

“So sweet to me. Ought to call you sugar daddy.”

“you know you can call me whatever you’d like,” Jazz chuckled, picking her up. No need to go home, there were rooms in the back for this very purpose. Tan’s club, The Pink Spangler, had a bar area, some seating, a stage and small dance area, and four rooms in the back for either escorting or just plain old sex. Usually, Jazz would get paid for bringing someone back there. But they tended to give their friends free nights now and then, depending on their mood, and it was Spinny’s lucky day.

 

Also lucky was the fact that each of those rooms was outfitted with a small box of sex toys. After Jazz set Spinny down, they rooted around and found some fuzzy cuffs and a few leather strips. They already knew exactly what their friend liked, and was moving mechanically, getting the best things to please her. A few other toys caught their eye but they dismissed them, only using what would do the job. Because it was a job, after all, too enjoyable to be a chore, but too necessary to be a passion. They turned back to her, putting a big smile on their face, and swung one of the cuffs from one finger tantalizingly. She was already half-naked, just panties left on her body.

“You know just what to do to me, don’t you?” Spinny asked, her voice nearly a purr. Jazz hummed in agreement, coming over. The leather was tied around her elbows, up above her head on the bed. They used one pair of cuffs to cuff one hand to the bed (with the other all but tied to it from the elbow bindings), and two more to cuff each ankle to each of the bottom bed posts so her legs were spread wide. They could tell she was already wet from excitement, her panties starting to get soaked. They used just one finger to drag them down and out of the way, licking their teeth.

“do you want me to please you first?” they asked, using their trademark dominant voice. She liked to be dommed, and they were almost as good at it as their brother was. Almost. They could swing either way, much like with their gendered ecto, so it was up to their client what they did. Their ecto was male right now, matching the tight briefs they’d worn on their last dance, and they kept it that way. Spinny shivered, her eyes gleaming, and nodded with a little quiver of her nose.

“do you deserve it?” they continued, using one finger to circle around her clit without touching it.

“Yes! Yes, I’ve been a good girl, please, I’ve been good,” she crooned, arching up into the touch.   
“have you?” They smiled, the picture of a giving dom. “good. i’m so proud of you, then.”

“Yesss.” She was so wet just from this, just from their foreplay. They knew how to hit every button of hers, how to leave her a whimpering, sated mess. And that was exactly what they were going to do. They lowered their face, licking their teeth again, before sliding their tongue slowly against her labia. One little nip to her clit and she came with a soft cry, sweet juices trickling out of her.

“good girl,” they cooed, licking it up. “that was so fast, you need another, don’t you?”

“Yes… Yes, please, master, please…”

“don’t you worry, master will do everything you want.”

They dipped their head to get back to it. They got one Lust-satisfying orgasm to her five, but that was all they needed, after all. Prostitutes didn’t need any more than that.

 

\- - - - - - - -

 

Apollo awoke all snuggled up to relaxing heat. His arms were around his lover, the smell of sex still hanging in the air. He felt Axel rubbing his back absently, almost like a heated massage, and it made him sigh happily. Axel had been the only one from the beginning. The one who taught him everything about sex, about the joys of cuddling afterwards, and easy mornings with breakfast in bed and lounging around kissing lazily. Dancing romantically, by candlelight, or reading together in sweet silence but for the turning of pages. Axel taught him everything.

“mmm… lo-ove you…” he mumbled, and felt a kiss on his forehead.

“Love you too, baby. You wanna do a routine tonight?”   
Apollo felt Ace fizzle in his head at the suggestion, and tried not to panic. Ace didn’t really like doing salsa much either, but Axel loved it, and loved performing. Apollo opened his eyes, looking up at the excited face of his lover.

“we-e ha-aven’t p-prac-”   
“I know, but we can practice all day!”

“wha-at about wo-o-”

“Work can wait a day, call off. For me?”

Internally, Apollo sighed at being cut off. Axel didn’t have the patience for stutters.  _ Get your ass back here, Ace, it’s only been a day. _

“su-ure. anything for you.”

“Great! Then we can party again like we just did last night.”

That made him smile. It was worth it, to get to feel Axel under him like that. He could handle salsa dancing and being cut off if it kept him in this relationship with his favorite person ever. Hell, he could handle a lot more than just that, if he had to. He was dedicated. That meant a lot.

...Right?

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> They're definitely both happy.
> 
> Songs:  
> I Like It - Cardi B  
> Seniorita - Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello
> 
> An accompanying drawing of Axel and Apollo dancing:  
> https://starsgivemehp.tumblr.com/post/186946603871/i-love-it-when-you-call-me-se%C3%B1orita-i-wish-i-could


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